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Submitted to Contest #59
They stood before the suburban bungalow in expectant silence. A gaggle of giggling pre-schoolers careened chaotically past on either side, screaming and cutting deep gouges in the grass verge with their scooters. A gang of gossiping women were sipping coffee on a neighbouring patio, while another took hers like a shot of whiskey as she glared at the former from behind twitching floral curtains. Outside every house, on every lawn, a variant of the same middle-aged man mowed his own identical garden—and never seemed to stop. The air was thick ...
Twelve seconds. That was all it took, and he shrank back inside the taxi with all the grace of a drowned rat and cheeks as ruddy as a spanked bottom. “Jesus Christ!” He gasped, slamming the door with fervent finality. His patent leather loafers squeaked and squelched as they rubbed against the mat, where a small pond was already accumulating, complete with leftovers of the local wildlife that had hitched a ride on his heels. “It’s pissing the polar icecaps out there! Where are we? The universe’s backstreet urinal?” “The scenic side of it, ...
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